Ed’s eyebrows went up and he looked down. “I think it is,” he said. He hadn’t
thought about it when he’d pulled it from his closet.
Jonathan leaned forward and stared at the fabric. He pressed his face to Ed’s body
and took a deep breath. His hand was still on Ed’s chest. “It is the same shirt. I can still
smell the fabric softener I used when I pre-soaked it.”
A bedroom door at the back of the guest house slammed shut and Lisa called out,
“I’m almost ready. I’ll be there in a minute.” She was never on time for anything.
Ed stepped back fast so she wouldn’t see him standing there with Jonathan’s hand
on his chest. But more than that, his penis was growing. He
had
to step back or else his
semi-erection would have become a full erection. If he’d been alone with Jonathan, he
would have pulled down his pants and nailed him right on the living room floor.
When Lisa was finally ready, Noah filled Tucker’s water bowl and they all went
next door to the main house for dinner. It turned out to be a traditional Thanksgiving
dinner and the hosts, Frank and Greg, were very gracious. They were attractive guys in
their late thirties. Frank owned a prestigious design firm in San Francisco, and Greg was
a producer at a local TV station. Their home was magnificent. From the marble entrance
hall to the gilded faucets in the powder room, everything had been chosen with extreme
care. Frank told Ed they’d traveled the world in search of merchandise for his high-end
clients, then offered to help him with his renovation. Ed thanked him and politely
declined. Ed wanted his place to look like a home, not a showplace. Frank and Greg shrugged their shoulders and didn’t seem offended. But Ed thought he saw Jonathan stare
down at his lap and smile when he told them he wasn’t interested.
During dessert, when Frank asked Ed what he did for a living, Noah jumped in
and said, “My dad’s a veterinarian.” He smiled and squared his shoulders, then said, “He
had his own clinic back in New York and I used to help out after school.”
Ed lowered his eyes and smiled. “Yes,” he said. “I’m a vet.” Whenever he talked
about himself to strangers, he felt a pull in his stomach. How did he wind up here, in this
strange city with these strange people? He looked up at the ceiling and thought,
Jake,
what did you do to me?
But then Jonathan asked, “Are you going to practice out here? Do you think
you’ll open another office?” He was holding a fork topped with a chunk of pumpkin pie,
staring at Ed with furrowed eyebrows.
For a moment, Ed had a feeling Jonathan was about to smile. It sounded as if he
knew an inside joke that no one else at the table knew. This was the first time Jonathan
had ever asked about his future plans. “I’m not sure,” Ed said, smoothing his napkin on
his lap. He was staring at Jonathan, but talking to everyone. “I’m licensed to practice here.
I took care of that ahead of time. But I haven’t given it much thought. I think what I’d
really like to do is open a non-profit free clinic for dogs and cats that need to get spayed
and neutered. There’s a real problem with overpopulation.”
Jonathan’s eyes grew wide and he tilted his head to the side fast. “I think that’s
absolutely wonderful.” He looked into Ed’s eyes, lifted his fork slowly, and placed the
pumpkin pie inside his mouth. Then he licked his lips and started chewing.
“You do?” Ed asked. Jonathan nodded yes. His mouth was full and his lips were moving.
Lisa and the other guys started talking about the benefits of rescuing a pet from a
shelter, and Noah moved his fork around in circles as if he were playing with a toy
airplane. But Ed couldn’t take his eyes off Jonathan’s mouth. He felt a tug between his
legs and his penis started to grow. Jonathan chewed like he gave head: his lips puffed out
and the sides of his face indented. Ed wanted to pull down his zipper and cover his dick
with pumpkin pie so Jonathan could lick it all off with his tongue.
When it was finally time to leave, Ed thanked both Frank and Greg and promised
to invite them to his first party when the house was finished. They seemed like nice
enough guys, but Ed couldn’t leave fast enough. He didn’t like the way they’d slithered
up to Jonathan all afternoon. Lisa and Noah wouldn’t have noticed this, but Ed knew how
to spot their kind from miles away. They’d paid Jonathan extra compliments in a passive
aggressive way. Frank had asked him how often he worked out to keep such a fantastic
body. Greg kept touching the skin on his arm, telling him it was so soft and smooth. Ed
caught them both staring at Jonathan’s ass more than once when no one was looking.
Oh, Ed knew what those two were up to. He and Jake had had a few gay friends
who had been together as couples for years who’d done this sort of thing all the time. For
some, it became a hobby. When they saw a good-looking young guy like Jonathan, it
meant fresh meat, and their first instinct was to seduce him into a three-way.
So when Frank gave Greg a knowing look as they were all leaving and said,
“Jonathan, would you like to stay for a while and watch a movie with us?” Ed stepped
forward and said, “He can’t. He has to call his boyfriend in England in about fifteen
minutes.” It was none of his business what Jonathan did, but the words just popped out of
his mouth.
“I do?” Jonathan said. His head jerked back and he stared at Ed with large eyes.
Everyone stared at Ed. So he laughed and said, “Maybe I made a mistake. I
thought you mentioned earlier that you were calling Mike in England tonight.” Ed wasn’t
even sure what time it was in England, but it was too late to stop now.
“Ah well,” Jonathan said. “You’re right. I almost forgot. I do have to call Mike.
He’s on a weird time schedule, and this is the only time I’ll be able to get him for the next
week.” Then he lowered his eyebrows and stared at Ed with a confused expression.
“You have a boyfriend?” Frank asked. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” He
looked at his partner, Greg, and frowned.
“Oh yes,” Noah said, “His name is Mike and he even gave him a mocambo
watch.”
“Movado,” Jonathan said.
“Yeah, Movado,” Noah said. He slipped out the front door and started running in
circles. He made fists and pointed his index fingers as if he were shooting guns. A
pshew
sound came from his lips.
Lisa just stood there with her arms folded across her chest, waiting to see what Ed
would say next.
“Well, thanks guys,” Ed said, pushing Lisa out the front door, “But we have to get
back for Tucker now. It’s after eight and he’s been all alone since this afternoon.” As they crossed down a walkway that led to the guest house at the end of the
property, Frank and Greg both shouted, “Maybe we can do a rain check on the movie,
Jonathan.”
Jonathan looked back and smiled. “That sounds good, guys. Thanks again for a
great Thanksgiving.”
As it turned out, the lie about calling Mike in England came in handy when they
walked Noah and Lisa back to the guest house. They brought them to the door and Ed
said he had to leave. His excuse was he was getting up early to start sanding the second
floor, because the film crew was shooting on Friday. And Jonathan said he really did
have to get back to the hotel to call Mike. Lisa kissed them both goodnight, but she stared
at Ed and pressed her lips together. Ed had a feeling she was catching on to them, so he
stretched out his arms, yawned, and said, “I’m really exhausted and tomorrow is a busy
day. But we’ll all go out to dinner tomorrow night.” Then he hugged and kissed Noah and
walked back to his car.
Lisa smiled and said, “Sleep well.”
He waved her off and smiled. “I’ll try.”
When Ed returned to his house, he sat in the driveway waiting. Sure enough, a
few minutes later Jonathan’s rented car pulled up behind him. They both got out at the
same time. Jonathan crossed toward him and asked, “What’s up with this phone call to
Mike? I didn’t know you cared about whether or not I called Mike.”
Ed put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “You knew I was lying and you still
backed me up.” “I didn’t want you to look bad,” Jonathan said. “You didn’t give me much of a
choice. I just don’t understand why you lied to them about me calling Mike.”
“I did that for your own good,” Ed said, leaning back against his car.
“And why is that?”
“Because those two only wanted to get you alone so they could get into your
pants,” Ed said. “I know what
they
were up to, and it wasn’t about watching a movie.”
“I’m not an idiot,” Jonathan said. “I knew what they were up to all day, especially
when Frank tried to put his hand down my pants in the kitchen while I was helping clear
the table.”
Ed clenched his fists. “He did that to you?” he said. “The guy is an asshole. It’s a
good thing I didn’t see that.”
Jonathan’s eyes grew wide. “Give me some credit, Ed. I had no intention of
watching a movie or doing anything else with them,” he said. “And besides, even if I did,
I don’t see how it’s any of your business. I don’t ask anything from you. We aren’t a
couple. For all I care you can go back and watch a movie with them yourself if you’d like.
I saw the way Frank kept staring at your crotch all day. I thought he was going to salt and
pepper your dick and serve it up as a course.”
Ed’s mouth opened. “He was staring at my
crotch
?” Was Jonathan jealous?
“Like you didn’t notice,” Jonathan said. He folded his arms and stared down at his
shoes. “You loved every minute of the attention.”
Ed had no idea anyone had been staring at his crotch. He’d been too busy staring
at the way Jonathan’s ass looked in those tight black pants all day to notice. He spread
out his arms and shrugged. “I swear this is news to me. I had no idea.” “Ah well,” Jonathan said, “I guess I’d better go back to the hotel now and call
Mike. His ears must be ringing tonight. At least then I can go to sleep tonight knowing
I’m not a total liar.”
As Jonathan turned to leave, Ed grabbed his arm and pulled him into his body.
Then he held him at the small of the back with one hand, and the back of the head with
the other, and kissed him on the mouth. Jonathan tried to pull back at first, but when Ed
began to suck his tongue, he lifted his arms to Ed’s shoulders and his young body went
limp. Ed reached down between his legs and grabbed the bottom of his ass. “Let’s go
inside,” he said.
When they were in the kitchen, Jonathan’s pants and shoes came off first. Then he
pulled off his shirt and said, “This time I want you naked, too.”
Ed laughed. They usually went at it so fast there wasn’t time for him to do
anything more than pull down his zipper and whip his dick out of his pants. So while
Jonathan got on top of the kitchen table and lifted his legs high in the air, Ed stripped
down to nothing. He even pulled off his socks.
When he covered his penis with a lubed condom, Jonathan lifted his head from
the table and said, “You look good naked. I really like that thin, sexy line of hair that runs
down from your chest to your big, thick dick. You’re a very sexy guy, even if you don’t
know it yourself. You remind me of a baseball jock.”
“I like that,” Ed said- “I used to play in college.” Then Ed’s dick jumped and he
sucked his bottom lip in. He licked Jonathan’s right ankle and said, “You make me look
sexy. I’m just a jaded, thirty-five-year-old father when you’re not around.” Jonathan lifted his legs higher and spread them as wide as they would go. “You’re
far from jaded, and I think you’re just the right age. Besides, you look like you’re still in
your twenties, and you fuck like a horny teenager.”
“You know how to make an older guy feel really good,” Ed said.
“No one else but you,” Jonathan said. “Did I tell you how much I like your hairy
legs, and how I think those two little knobs on your knees are really hot? When I see you
in short pants, I want to go down and kiss them.”
Ed smiled. “No, you never told me that,” he said. “But I’m glad you did.”
Jonathan placed both his hands between his legs and pressed down hard on his
crotch with his fingertips. “I need you tonight,” he said. “I need you really bad, Ed. Fuck
me.” Then his head rested on the table and he arched his back.
Ed took a deep breath and spread his hairy legs apart. He leaned back, grabbed his
